May 31, 2007

Poetics of a Non-Poet

Words like
I love you

Between this page and the somewhere
part of whatever
biological whatever
excretes hauntings spiritual
a miscarriage arrives turning
worlds schizoid
into mutated
mutilated
cringing lines of ink
which exist apart
sad
in their failure.

A poet is one
mute
unable to repeat the chorus of
dissonance
and
harmony
he hears
with
ears
more
susceptable proportionate to their longing.

A poet is one
in egocentricity who would speak of things he cannot
(understand?)
explain
by drawing pictures
with babbling-
brooks
clothes-
pins
and numerous by
products of existence un-
profound.

A poet is one
claiming poets should have: ability
to disembowel the neural system of feeling,
to explain by the melody of sound
things
which dictate over
my understanding
even.

Units ago as I reckon time
I ceased to bow spritually
determined that if I could not understand
god
i did not know him and
would not talk about what
I did not know, and
there is a rank of strength
this living
existing
speaking
only where you
know.

But I am not a strong
man.
I would speak
---of love---
Shout!
of things to me
(god only knows)
more obscure than he.

A poet is one
who would say all that I have said to say that
which is unspoken;

May 30, 2007

Poetry readings happen here, there, yesterday, to night, tomorrow,
in pubs, at palaces, on street corners, in churches, and in huts… all over the world.

Hundreds of styles and forms… Different in Africa. Different in India
Rhymed then, patterned now, unknown tomorrow, bubbling up in a 100 years.

It’s tight and loose… aggressive and shy... happy and sad…
It flows from people scratching their hearts into concrete time,
and varies from poet to poet and from poem to poem…
Guaranteed! If not, there is no poetry!

Have you ever wanted to read someone’s mind?
You can… that’s the point… it happens all the time,
You don’t have to work at it; these people, the ones we call poets,
they have this secret zipper, a couple of lines open a fly and
there you are looking at blood and guts and hurt and joy…
at laughter and love and pain… and sometimes…
at relief.
The sweet frosting, or sour medicine, or beautiful song, or ugly growth…
of someone’s soul is squeezed out;
It’s echoes sink into your mind and leave ebb ripples in silent sand.
Or weakness, tender flesh and bile drips out
packed and delivered in a poultice of words.
Sometimes old wounds heal by touch.
Sometimes other wounds… some new and some used, …never ever heal.

Some poets are so good at this you want to listen forever,
or run… so far away you’ll never hear truth again.
Some times you twist in your seat and beg for breath,
you think you’ll drown…
but no!,
the poet drops a line or the poem ends,
and you suddenly realize, you’re flying…
with wings you didn’t even know you had.

The miracle is that poetry comes as a gift; but the wings are yours…
they were there, needing to unfold…
needing poetry…

May 29, 2007

STORIES: ON THE NATURE OF POETRY

If I tell you
Gertrude Stein wrote to my mother
to say Rena’s son Freddy — that’s what the great
Buddha called me — was a self-indulgent savage
who augured the end of civilization
and Mother cheerfully sent “poor old
Sophie and Alice B. Luckless”
family recipes...

If I tell you
the Mama of Dada dressed me
in lederhosen so her great white
poodle Basket, wet from his daily
sulphur bath — the French countryside
vermin otherwise crawling into the dog’s
curls to suck his skin red — could chase
me and scrape his sharp long nails
into my bare legs while his master
shouted from the second story
window, “Faster, Freddy, faster...”

If I tell you Transition — a Paris magazine
that published Ezra Pound — printed
“Spire Song” by Paul Frederick Bowles…
I was only sixteen. When I was twenty,
the iconic Miss Stein said, “Freddy,
you don’t write great poetry.” I believed
her and left the City of Light
for the filth of Tangier.

If I tell you I traded the truth
of poetry for the invention
of prose. If I tell you I lived
loving a wife who filled
my dry pen while hers
spurted blood
like a shotgun wound.
If I tell you my stories,
greater than the lives
of people I knew…
if I tell you my stories,
how many times
would you say I lied?

May 28, 2007

STEIN WRITES IT ALL DOWN

On our way
not knowing
where we go
Poof! The past
gone. Abra ca
dab the door
to tomorrow still
shut as we stand
watching the hands
of the grandfather tick
tock. I say: delete
commas. Period!
Repeat for the daily
dilly demands
attention.

—Karren Alenier
____
First published in Looking For Divine Transportation, The Bunny
and the Crocodile Press (DC, 1999). This poem is also part of Alenier’s
libretto Gertrude Stein Invents A Jump Early On that premiered
June 15, 2005 by Encompass New Opera Theatre at Symphony Space
Leonard Nimoy Thalia in New York City.

May 26, 2007

MOMENTS RIPE AS CHERRIES

Everything makes
spaces.

Gertrude Stein

She puts one foot in front
of the other. One word in front of the other as she motors down State Street
past the Orthodox church where tradesmen, backs buckling, plane a gothic door,
thinking I am no longer young. I am no longer thin. Words have gained weight.
They gather at the waist. Tangle around the ankles. How to untangle and
venerate? How to tell? One word is all it takes, others being willed to follow.
And she is off, arms and alms along for the ride, mind galloping before her,
sniffing at the hem of one boy in an oversized Curtis Brown T-shirt iPod wired.

One word, one foot, her
great coat swerving this way and that, the shadow and swing of the past, the
glittering present, the Merlin of perception. This is what she means: moments
sliding like oysters on the tongue, salty and filled with the dreams of whales.
Moments spread thick as peanut butter. Moments silky and curved as the Queen
Anne armchair she sat in Sunday on Lafayette. Could it fit in the sitting room?
Could she carry that too?

There is a hum in her ear when the wind passes, her thoughts winging the air, nestle in a window box, and peer down at her in Sly leather, glory of geranium, light so nutmeg and soupy the tip of her tongue responds.

Threading and threading she
is thinking that this moment corresponds to pan-fried zucchini blossoms. For no
reason they collide in the air and she comes to a stop outside the chain- linked
bamboo garden. Here even gardens are padlocked, double padlocked, razor-wired,
triple chained: New Yorkers heavy with keys rattling through the subway. She
thinks of the garter snakes napping under potato leaves, the deer nibbling on
bush beans, rain collecting in the crevice of leaves (long ago, long ago), her
tentative walking to the garden, her sense of impermanence.

Have you come in? Have you
come?

(Yes I have but I am not in
which is a pity.)

There she thinks

the end of commas. The end

#

Still there are people who
walk on earth. Her foot taps the concrete, pulls at the chain link wondering
who has the key?

To whom
might she inquire about walking on earth?

#

She is here she is now she
is no more than the memories clanging like tin cans behind her. On and on she
pushes past the rent-a-buggy, and Smith Street to State and Boreum where there
is a widening. A suburban flattening. Cars hungry for the Brooklyn Bridge which
she considers crossing now considers (reconsiders) the long trek north cold and
clear and beckoning. But no. Sad suddenly. Perhaps there is no there

there.

#

Meanwhile we must wait. We
must wait for time to unfold. We must stand in front of Chase Manhattan and
consider umbrellas. We must be sensible in tainted leather. We must insist on
the moment nothing more than the present moment. How perfect to bend down and
pick up the Doritos bag the Odwalla bottle dropped at one’s feet because we can
because it is our concrete as much as anyone’s. She mutters Love the concrete.
Love the car that cuts across. Love the man that brushes your ass toothless and
smelling of subways. Noise is a symptom of poverty but not in Manhattan. She
says this to no one in particular and no one in particular responds.

#

Because there is a there

there

we

find ourselves now anywhere
but here which is nowhere near where we think we are. Otherwise now. There is
certainly a place. A place that calls out. A place that slips in between noun
and verb. Several moments begin to bleed. Panicked she mistook the sky. She
mistook the weather. Her intentions were good. Whether or weather there were
some interruptions on the horizon that wanted her attention. She took up her
palette. She hit send.

#

When crossing borders it is
best to be firm. The otherwise of fluidity. There are several varieties of
mushrooms one had best not eat. This is not true of vowels. Information so
rarely corresponds. Is so rarely of use. She considers. (She was always looking
back. She never did.) Consonants certainly demand one’s attention. (Consonants
require cabs.) When a word has two ts they both need acknowledgment says the
man from the Paris Opera. (There she was sitting in the seventeenth row
nodding). Otherwise stutter. Suddenly she stumbles stares cement curb. Familiar
and yet on and on it goes. Here

on and on the line will go and she after it.
(Behind her landscapes unravelling.) She wants to upend herself now unravel on
the boardwalk spin into lower Manhattan. Certainly one could begin again. This
is a poem underway! Any moment! Neon. Any moment sense!

#

Still it comes out. Even if
it comes out ugly it is still out. She had several things to say sitting where
she was on the cold bench. Now snow. Now freezing. Now thaw. Now the East River
with its dead cats and billion unheard words a bottomless thud. Say.

Say what?

that. There it comes. That thing you
recognize. There it comes now. There it comes. Now. Bring the glass to your
lips. There.

—Sina Queyras

____

from Lemon Hound, (Coach House 2006), and an earlier form of it appeared on How2

May 25, 2007

MADE UP POEM

With brush, pencil and stick her poem makes an appearance:
A made up, out of bed, out of the shower, out there poem;
An eye-lined, lip lush, highlighted bright poem;
A ‘go to work on a poem’ kind of poem;
A lady luck club loving poem;
A made up poem.

With cream, tissue and water her poem makes an appearance:
An indoors, into the shower, into her bed poem;
A red-eyed, lip cracked, pasty poem;
A ‘real me’ poem;
A broken poem.

Tossing, turning, sweating, her poem makes an appearance:
The boat of her life is ever sinking
And family and friends always knew she had pulled the plug
And her favourite brush is matted with hair
And try as she does she can’t pull this terrible poem
From its teeth, from her appearance, but…

With brush, pencil and stick her poem makes an appearance:
A made up, out of bed, out of the shower, out there poem;
An eye-lined, lip lush, highlighted bright poem;
A ‘go to work on a poem’ kind of poem;
A lady luck club loving poem;
A made up poem.

May 24, 2007

in line
upon line
she
h
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n
g
her
self
to the beat
to the time
of speed
lying lines
text in flex
weird words
near whale sound
a lexicon of complex
city and dust
something left
in the Lost and Found:
broken and un

May 23, 2007

Vollard Fails Caliban

(Vollard was an agent who furnished supplies to remote artists)

“Monsieur Vollard,” the burning French
primitive beached in a sun’s bleached heat
writes in boldly stroked ink. “Send me
more paint!” He pleads for tubes of white,
carmine lake, emerald green and ochres of red,
yellow and de Ru. He explains “I must work;
my vision will devour paint, but not the terre
verte you so blindly sent. Vollard replies
with color-filled crates. Gauguin creates.

“Monsieur Vollard,” the abandoned son
of Sycorax writes. “Send me more words!”
What can I do with these copular verbs,
this bare-framed language of my obedience
and my curse? I am a sterile, loveless
thing of darkness, only once embraced. Send
me the words with which I can express
the language of sleep and island-given dreams.
Then my art will drown all books. The sentence
of my birth will end. Vollard replies
with word-filled crates. Caliban cracks the spine
of each volume of his new OED and consumes
each word, but the gap between his dreams
and pen remains unabridged.

May 22, 2007

The Body of Art: Creation MythFor Leslie Palmer

Seated by his crib, Erato played her lyre
and whispered to him each night.
She held his hand and helped him trace
the alphabet. Before he crawled, he penned
his first sonnet cycle. Poetry given flesh,
he wore out Bics by the hour, but his mind
never went dry. Epics, ballads, odes, lyrics,
verses rhymed and free, poured forth,
but not without great cost, for with each
word set down he grew. Every metaphor
or apt simile, meant he would gain
a fraction of an inch both up and out.

As the syndrome worsened, he paused twice,
once to allow doctors to run their tests
and then again to pose for Botero,
who came to paint the prodigy
as the exposed Adam leaving the Garden,
barely hidden behind a wanting leaf.

But, no man of art or science
ever connected his condition
and gift, so he wrote and grew.

The obese colossus kept creating
even after gravity fell subject to his craft.
At first he hovered—a living Thanksgiving
Parade balloon, tethered by editors
and booksellers, until he grew too large
for them to hold; he slipped into space,
became a satellite beaming down poetry
twenty-four seven to the ignored channels
of small home dishes. Eventually, he folded
in on himself and slid deeper into space,
a tenth planet, where seekers of knowledge
came to explore the surface, hoping to mine
the truth, but they never reached the molten
core where a steady heart still beats
and new poems are still dreamt.

May 17, 2007

STATEMENT OF POETICS, or
“GOODBYE TO MYSELF”

I wrote for myself for people.
I’ve changed,
I’ve changed since I began writingI write for myself. I believe
more than ever in music, in the sound,
however gotten, of music
in people’s poetry. Rhyme
more than ever. Talk
people talking, getting that
into one’s poetry that
is my poetics. Love
hate lies laughing stealings
self-confession, self-destruction.
No one has to read them. No one
has to publish them.
I am more
and more for unpublished poetry.
That is why I have a pseudonym, that
is why I now publish poetry.
To hell with the Business
of Anthologies. To hell with Anthologies.

One way and another I have written angry
for twenty years. Now I want music and
the sounds of people.
I want poems that use the word heart and
self-confession and incorrect
grammar and the soils and stains of Neruda
and Lorca and Kabir and Williams and
Whitman and Yeats.

Forty-four years old. Stand on my head
ten minutes daily morning
breakfast, supper.
Writing less and less.
Evaporating into the air
feet first. I won’t
ever die. I’ll simply
stand on my head
and disappear into the
air just like that.

I don’t believe in imagination. The prairies
as a landscape are imagination. England is,
as a landscape, a failure of imagination.
Kenya is imagination, India
is reaching even further
than that. And that is why I will
go to India which I will in seven
days time. So this
is a time capsule
in case anyone is
interested and in case
I never come back.

Goodbye for
now, goodbye
goodbye goodbye
to myself,
goodbye goodbye
for now
goodbye myself,
goodbye for
now goodbye.

May 06, 2007

Keeping my hand in

Residual traces of the
lightning strikes
linger on the surface
of the optic nerves. Some
might see paintings
in them, or sculptures
carved from the Carrera marble
that Michelangelo loved
so much. Others
will attach visions, talk
of pathways to the world
beyond, flood-lit avenues
or lights at the end of
tunnels. The poet, prosaic,
counts the time until
the thunder arrives.

May 05, 2007

May 04, 2007

Limber

If I vocalize, some young cadenza will drop by unannounced.
There are breath marks in my practice room begging to be taken.
If I comply, then will the diaphragm be willing to respond again?

I watched the fingers of my mother’s left hand be raised one-at-a-time atop the table.
Her shoulder held a permanent Confiteor where childhood might have been.
There is no life without an instrument, she said.

I used the flute to siphon off some selfhood.
I practiced seeming something, to prepare for
when the future came to be invited into present tense,

and I would gather up my prematurity and play
something by heart for the occasion,
striving for a rumored perfect pitch.

May 01, 2007

a green transparent heart floats high above
the pastoral billowing and pumping appearing
as some sort of frondless octopus skin with thrip
acrobats enacting a tangled mise en scene, a knot-flow
whose particulate countenance announces the fate and
economy of words and their separate existence as absolute
integration, the outside of interiority, "parabraxis"..

[approaching the wind-tunnel theatre...]

through the transparent walls, amorphous synthetic putti
test themselves against the flow, morphing, mutating, curvilinear
forms accessing the wake streams of their neighbors to harvest
the morphic potentia-of-force-as-impfetus-for-structural-development
which when seen overall gives an illusion of the blind structural
will of social collusion, a conspiratorial coaddollescence of
morphic illustration, a noble nodal display of potentia recorded
and represented as "english" in the best sense of a "pool game":

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Fuckeires. Fokers, are men of good life, which are onely given to
peace. You shall take care to embark all the Facquiers. Bestowing
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man who has been languishing in an Uttar Pradesh prison
for 38 years as only a Fakir in a loin-cloth is people
projecting things onto robots, and how much of that is
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fire. ... Country: -- A Doctor's Story of a Town and Its
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bring the media attention back onto her, and her day in court
arrives Hindu Mystics: The Fakir Who Was Buried Alive and a
Tiger Killed by Hypnotism , Cheiro ... Human Rights and
International Relations

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first pleopods. Tenth Furcilia (Plate I, 10, and Plate II, 3),
3.8-4 mm. long. Four

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a laser luminous source and a laptop, it can be used. in any
operating room

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which were isolated from male Sprague Dawley rat

On the evening of the 23rd we arrived at Rio,
having finished our pleasant MOVOTINGO-OOCHING...
which moved its head and thorax backwards, so that the
pectoral spine was drawn out An isopod was removed
from its bottle, a luminous chip glued on. its back
(fourth thoracic segment) and the animal placed on
the experi-. ment table (Vanillin ii P and U) The
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solidify and thicken up